CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Tony had been moved by Malcolm’s story and was keen to meet up with Audrey to get the complete picture. He contemplated phoning but decided to go straight to her house instead. The morning rush hour clogged the main roads, so he had taken the longer but less busy route across the moor along the Old Military Road. As he drove, he could feel his Skoda being buffeted by the easterly wind; snow was starting to fall, and soon his wipers were battling blizzard conditions. Although confident that his car was sufficiently reliable, he did feel vulnerable and began to regret his choice of route.
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Kirill’s phone buzzed in his pocket and the cannons boomed. He hurried back to the warmth of his van before he answered his brother’s call.
‘Do her no harm.’ Spartak’s voic
